He tells me I'm beautiful
From the way my eyes cry to the way they sparkle
He tells me he loves me
From the way he yells and from the way he hits me
My blood is his fuel
My heart his "desire"
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
Him.
He tells me I'm beautiful
From the way my eyes cry to the way they sparkle
He tells me he loves me
From the way he yells and from the way he hits me
My blood is his fuel
My heart his "desire"
